Treasure Island

Sanjeev Kumar

(Jamshedpur, India)

Why I'm Here?

Some are here,
To hunt down the Higgs,
While the others,
To decode the philosophy
of life and evolution.

It makes me too,
Wonder and wander,
For the purpose,
The existence in world,
For which I'm here.

What I think,
What I want,
It's difficult to tell.

I have though heard,
It's difficult to hide,
The inner wishes.

May be sooner,
Or later, someone
As good as Lord,
Would set me,
Up a reminder.

Why I'm really here?

Submitted: Friday, November 02, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 02, 2012

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The purpose of life is too eagerly sought after.

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  • Chandra Thiagarajan (11/2/2012 5:45:00 AM)

    Oh! Poet! You are really here to pen such wonderful poems! An enjoyable read.Keep it up. Thanks and best wishes.
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